Beginnings. Where do they come from? They aren’t new. Beginnings come from somewhere, of something. The before is natural. Already there. From where does the start start? How can anything begin from nothing?

Genuinely realizing this paradox sets things free. Recent blockbuster reboots and deaths of musical and artistic heroes lined up a kind of forced perspective while an anomalous case of the 21st century flu pushed me into the gap and shivered my body back from its egoic nebulousness.

Back to the body, the organic conception (this is where things start). Back to where life ended to begin anew. Resurrected.